But when did having a ton of tattoos become attractive on girls? Honestly.. maybe it’s just the way I was raised or maybe it’s just the fact that I’m getting older, but tattoos on a chick remind me of bikers. Big, scary, dike looking bikers. I guess I am getting old since that seems to be the current fashion. I have only met a handful of women who didn’t think tattoos were the shit and wanted more and more as their life went on. I can accept one or two.. but when it comes to more than that I lose any and all attraction to that person. Think about it people.. time takes a toll on your body and that cool dragon tat that you have will start looking like an iguana after gravity starts to kick in. Don’t get me wrong.. I’m not saying that tattoos look any better on guys. Same thing applies. You may be buff and built now with a bad ass shark on your chest, but your body won’t last that way forever. Just saying is all!
I guess this rant was brought on by the fact that I started looking into the dating scene again. I’ve not exactly been Mr. Social, but I guess that’s just due to the lack of friends that actually want to go out and hang with me. So far I think I have 1 or maybe 2 friends that still go out and have dindin with me, so I figured I’d hit up ye ol’ dating sites. One thing I’ve noticed that almost all of them are either covered in tats, have 3 kids, or are seriously emotionally damaged. I guess it makes me start thinking about trying to find a girl outside of the states and yes maybe even mail order brides. At least those women aren’t tainted by all the pop culture media telling them to act as slutty as possible and cover themselves in body art. heh.. At this rate I’ll be single for the rest of my life :D Honestly though.. not really worried about it. If I have to choose between being single and being with someone who I find totally unattractive and resent being with, then I’ll choose single any day of the week. In the end when I retire and I jump on my sail boat and hit the ocean, I think being single would be the better choice. Time to myself, time to finally read a book that interests me, and time to think about things with only the sound of the ocean in my brain. I think that describes my heaven.